Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Edinburgh, UK, August.

The weather was very sweltering and hot. John Watson put on a thin cotton plaid shirt and had just returned from a walk in the mountains. When he looked at the ancient city wall of Edinburgh in the distance from the hillside, it was still an hour before dusk. A few lights had already been turned on in the reddish glow, and the shadow extended to the east. Apart from the heat, the weather was fine this day. The field was covered with a layer of gold, and the sun shimmered in the sky, like a brass ornament, gorgeous and beautiful. Gorgeous, the small wind blows across the surface of the stream, sparkling waves.

He stepped into the quiet carriage, and he has quite adapted to the life track of those blood races who hide at night and go out at night. During the day, the train stops, and occasionally stops at the edge of the deserted wilderness. Most of the time, he will choose an abandoned tunnel for the fire dragons and bats Sleeping together, the starting route of the car will always depend on the mood of the train conductor, and the direction of progress is temporarily decided every night. Jasmine Amber and Lestrade will adjust the rusty switch at the fork of the railway track, and wait until the train After passing through, adjust the switch back to its original position without anyone noticing.

This ghostly and mysterious train must have left many strange rumors in the small towns and railway companies along the way, just like strange stories.

The longer John Watson stayed on the train, the more he knew about the structure of the train. Although it was not as good as the European Orient Express or the royal luxury train that was not listed in Paris, this fire dragon also Majestic enough.

It looks as old as Sherlock's age, at least a hundred years old, with 27 carriages, the front of which is the front and driver's cab, and the rear two carriages that can only be opened from the outside are the boiler room and fuel room. It worked hard inside and kept running, and the carriage behind it was full of food. This warehouse-like carriage was actually loaded with hundreds of bundles of tobacco leaves, piled on the roof of the carriage, and placed in countless large wooden barrels. Containing sugar, flour and brandy, as well as a large amount of salt, silk and cotton cloth, John Watson was not very happy to order those waiters. Once he went in to find his favorite liqueur, and accidentally found eighteen boxes from the sundries. The rifle is extremely terrifying. If everyone in the car has a gun, this kind of equipment can form an army to fight.

At night, the huge banquet hall composed of four carriages is bustling with people, blood races huddled together, lingering between wine glasses and gourmet delicacies, playing piano, dancing, reciting poetry, and having fun, just as Mrs. Hudson said It is said that there are 170 and seven blood races in the car, but John Watson feels that there must be more than this number now.

John Watson found that whenever the train stopped at a special temporary station, Sherlock would always disappear outside with Mycroft and several of his assistants for several hours, sometimes all night, sometimes for good. A few days later, he would bring a few strange bloods back to the car, and Sherlock would always generously provide them with rooms.

These pale and burly young men followed Sherlock Holmes' windbreaker into the car during the train stoppage. The number of weird companions increased. Every night, these blood races would set up banquets in the luxurious banquet hall. The vampires who came soon became acquainted with their companions in the car, because they were of the same kind. At midnight, the dinner was luxurious, lively, and jubilant. They enjoyed human dinners in the soundproof carriages, sipped the blood from the neck of the mobile blood bank, or frozen The blood was poured into the cup and drank freely.

Once, Lestrade mentioned to John Watson how attractive the regular midnight banquet was. He could listen to music, dance, read or play chess together in the hall with the vampires, but John Watson just With a smile, he did not accept the ardent invitation of the flight attendant to join the dinner.

After dark, John Watson hid outside the carriage, or his small guest room, or the undisturbed library. He didn't like to sit face to face with those bloodthirsty monsters to kill time, watching a The chairs were propped up by candlelight, the vampires were smoking, discussing political topics, telling unimaginable stories, drinking blood in front of his eyes, allowing the carotid arteries of servants to be sucked, John Watson couldn't stand the scene.

Except for Sherlock Holmes, he always avoids vampires on purpose, he doesn't want to have too much contact with them, and he doesn't even chat much.

John Watson will always be unable to resist dozing off around 3:4 to [-]:[-] in the morning. No matter how hard he sits in the library and stays up late, when Sherlock comes back from the outside, he must go back to his room to sleep before dawn. He still follows the human schedule every day He always got up very early and stayed in bed with his eyes open until about ten o'clock, when he couldn't lie down anymore, he got up on time and went for a walk outside. Sometimes Lestrade would join him and talk about the train.

John Watson has been a regular member of the train. He has been here for two months. He walks alone every morning, and often eats lunch alone at noon. , John Watson had to wait until dawn alone, and he began to feel a little tired of this kind of life.

Sherlock knows him very well, but John Watson doesn't know much about him. He is a very powerful vampire who can make many vampires submit to him, nothing more, and he tries to get in touch with Sherlock's heart.

The moon came out, like a silver plate, the moonlight melted, as if a layer of cream had been applied to the grassland.

Sherlock stood with him on the grass, and he paced noble and gracefully, tonight was one of his rare free nights without going out for adventure.

"Those blood races, it's not that they won't get out of the car once they get in the car. Some of them have completely changed their bloodthirsty habits and are self-disciplined. I will allow them to get out of the car." The gentle smile on Sherlock's face disappeared quickly. He frowned, "But after all, not everyone of the same kind agrees with me. Even among the followers in this car, there are still many people who are rebellious against me. My mind-reading skills are not as good as those of the same kind. It’s very useful, because the vampires all have the ability to read minds. It is very simple for us to emit ultrasonic waves that interfere with the magnetic field. I can only understand the slightest dissatisfaction from their expressions. You are right, they seem to be very loyal , But in fact, they have a hatred for my strength in their hearts. There is something dark in the nature of the blood race. If they can't defeat me, they won't submit to me. They are annoyed at my rule, because I The idea it promotes is to suppress our blood desires, but the behavior that makes the vampires feel satisfied and joyful the most is absorbing the life of living people, they must hate me."

John Watson raised his head, "Sherlock? Your dream is to stop vampires from sucking human blood?"

Sherlock smiled, "Is this kind of dream strange?"

John Watson stared at him for a long time, "What if your people don't like your proposal?"

"It doesn't matter whether they like it or not, John, they have to obey. I am the ruler of the blood clan. Even if I don't like it, as long as I can't beat me, I have to obey me. This is the way the blood clan leads the people, not like you , influence your kind with enthusiasm, the only way we can influence the same kind is strength, and now they follow me because they have to, there are hunters hunting them outside, I can give them shelter, my people have always been like this, they also want to survive , don’t blame them for just waiting and watching me, it’s a custom, almost a tradition, they wait to see how long the Scarlet Rebirth can travel on this land, they wait to see me, the troublesome master, arrive What will happen in the end?"

"Perhaps you will realize your dream," said John Watson, "I do have some misgivings about your journey."

Sherlock was listening quietly, John Watson glanced at him quickly, his lips were tightly pressed, and there was a look of anxiety in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock said, "You look so strange."

John Watson raised his head suddenly, "That woman," he said, "Miss Adler, is she, like Jasmine Amber and Jielin, domesticated by you, from a servant to a vampire?"

Sherlock looked at him with a smile, "John, why do you want to know this? Whether she is my servant does not affect the relationship between you and me, well, since you want to know, I think you really want to know , otherwise you won’t be able to sleep tonight, I’ll tell you, she wasn’t domesticated by me, Miss Irene Adler was a born blood clan member, she was born a blood clan member, but her family got a very miserable fate, Her family members died at the hands of vampire hunters, and she herself was imprisoned and tortured by hunters. When I rescued her from a certain cave, she was not what she is now. Her hands and feet were broken And the skin was burned on a large area, she didn't even have any clothes on her body, except for those purple eyes, she couldn't find the majesty of the blood race at all, I carried her away from that hell, for a long time, She couldn't even open her mouth to talk to me, but even if she didn't say it, I knew she had been treated extremely despicably. If you saw her at that time, you would know that there are also extremely evil scum and scum in your race. She is a scum, so she has a great shadow and even resentment towards hunters. I am not interested in seeking revenge, but I know that Irene...has a very strong desire for revenge. Those who imprisoned/abuse/treat her The hunter is still alive, I believe that as long as she gets the chance, and I'm not around to stop her, she will slaughter an entire town just to kill the vampire hunter lurking in someone's house, I understand her anger and her hatred I don't want her to do that, but I just don't allow her to do that."

John Watson pondered for a long time, and Sherlock asked him, "If it were you, my innocent and kind John, would you indulge her in revenge?"

"She'll hate you..."

"Just let her hate me, she went to kill those hunters, and those endless hunters came back to kill us, endlessly, I would rather let Irene hate me, let her think I am unreasonable, this matter In any case, one party must take the initiative to stop. She was humiliated, but she is still alive, and she will live for a long time, until those hunters die, until the descendants of those hunters are all dead, she will still be alive, she is not necessary revenge."

"Ah... Sherlock... why are you doing this?" John Watson folded his arms across his chest, with his cane under his armpit, "She won't understand you, look, let me just say, this car The ones on the screen are all monsters, and they are all murderers who will run to kill at any time. If she is not under your nose one day, wouldn’t it cost many innocent lives? Can you guarantee that you can control her forever? Sherlock? "

"I'm sure I can control her." Sherlock frowned in annoyance, "No matter how bad my people are, how cruel their nature is, I will not abandon them, I won't, my people are driven by blood lust and hunger. Thirst has ruled for countless centuries, and I can quench that hunger."

"How to calm down? I'm very surprised, Sherlock, how can you resist drinking the blood of a living person? Is it completely relying on your reason? And those vampires and monsters in the car, they also rely on reason alone and willpower to manipulate your own bloodlust?"

Sherlock looked down at him, and John Watson blinked at him and tilted his head in confusion.

Sherlock smiled, "What is the use of this little head on your head, John, I am also very surprised, you have been in the car for so long, and you still can't figure out how we suppress blood desire, John , you can’t breathe in front of me all the time, are you stupid? Your IQ is too weak to support your breathing.”

John Watson turned his head angrily and cursed a few words. It was not until Sherlock hugged him again and hugged him under the moonlight for a long time that John Watson gradually forgave him.

It was about two o'clock in the morning, John Watson was standing in the conductor's compartment, a cluster of dim yellow flames climbed up the wick, and Sherlock locked the door behind him. The night was indeed stuffy, hot and humid, but the moon Big, round, and very bright.

Sherlock didn't say anything, he just walked towards John Watson firmly, and then held his face and kissed him vigorously. John Watson could hardly stand still in the kiss of the drowning man, and his crutches fell off. , thinking about his feet, grasping Sherlock's suit jacket with both hands to stabilize his standing posture, Sherlock stared at him, gently pinched John Watson's hand, and let his palm move down, John Watson bowed by his shoulder With a low snort, Sherlock let him grab a still erect organ.

John Watson's mind and body were trembling collectively, and his palms stroked him obediently.

Sherlock seemed to be in a pleasurable pain from the high temperature in his palm, "Think of a way...to make me more interesting, I admit that as long as I cut one of your fingers and let the bloody smell permeate the tip of my nose, I can immediately Get excited, but I can't bear to hurt you, and it's dangerous, but I...want you tonight...I think you want me too, and it's a good night, so...Do what you can, doctor. "

John Watson nodded in his arms, oh God knows that John Watson's blood is already boiling, Sherlock is a stunner, a masterpiece, just looking at him, John Watson feels that except for Sherlock standing in front of him, the whole world Disappeared.

Sherlock tore his coat and threw the torn cloth at his feet. John Watson stopped him, "Calm down... calm down, Sherlock! Although the clothes are not mine, I don't want to have to do it again later." Go out in your nightgown."

Sherlock smiled in front of his eyes and lightly gestured. His delicate fingers unbuttoned John Watson's shirt one by one. John Watson had to tilt his head up to bear his uninterrupted kisses. With his naked//naked back, "It's so good..." Sherlock sighed softly, "You have warmth and sweat on your body, and your heart is beating non-stop. I believe you can keep me warm."

John Watson was lying in his arms, the cold hand stuck to his back, slid down the middle of his back, stopped near the waist, and then reached into John Watson's trousers, Sherlock pinched his plump buttocks , John Watson whimpered at this moment, the sharp nails were about to dig into his flesh, Sherlock nibbled John Watson's hot earlobe with his sharp teeth, and whispered, the hoarse voice was like a dream , "It's time for you to play your role..."

John Watson felt a strong tremor, unable to resist, slowly knelt down in front of him, hugged his long legs with strength and admiration, buried his face in Sherlock's pants, deeply in the Sniffing there, gently rubbing his hot cheeks, kissing obsessively on the surface of his trousers, clinging his facial features there as if obsessed, he felt that Sherlock was so big, it must be so stuffed that he couldn't make a sound , but he still wanted to give it a try, and wanted to know if Sherlock ejaculated normally like a human being, and when the thought flashed through his mind, he heard Sherlock grunt.

"I'm big? You're not bad either. Of course I can ejaculate. Our vampires also rely on fertilized eggs to conceive women. Vampires can combine with humans, just like mixed blood. If you have a uterus, I will I can get you pregnant tonight."

"Fuck you..." John Watson responded vaguely, his whole body was congested with blood, and the blood that was clamoring for passion kept rushing and crashing in his veins, like a train without a clue.

The sharp claws with hard nails gently scratched John Watson's scalp, bringing him strong threats and tremors. John Watson bit his zipper with his teeth and opened his pants.

There were two rings outside the door, it was Mycroft.

That voice had an ominous meaning.

"Sherlock, there is a guest, here he comes."

Sherlock puts his hand under John Watson's chin and looks down at him, and John Watson feels himself blushing like hell under him, damn it, he just mustered up his courage and was about to harden Sherlock, but now he pauses .

"Who the hell is here? You deserve to come and invite me yourself, my brother." Sherlock replied in the room, placing his finger on John Watson's lips, stroking it back and forth, rubbing it with his fingertips His sexy lips.

Mycroft's voice fell silent for a few seconds.

"The guy who cut out your heart, Sebastian Moran, he's in our car."

John Watson saw with his own eyes a flash of panic in Sherlock's misty pupils.

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